'cause that's just who I am this week

ooc. leaving details about her spar vague, timed after it though

The festival was nice, but she still wanted to explore. Sparring turned out to be an interesting experience, and she still firmly believed she could be a great warrior one day. A field of wildflowers was dying here on the cliffs, releasing a strong aroma that made her eyes water a little at first. She looked about for somewhere to lie down among the wilting blossoms. Alabaster toes skimmed over blackening fronds, delicate as a doe in her strides. Cranium would lower toward the flowers, snuffling happily at them, leaving a little trail in her wake as she sniffed around. They were so pretty, and she enjoyed the soft smells that bombarded her nostrils. With her wispy violet tail sticking straight up in the air, it was hard to imagine she could ever be anything but a sweet little flower herself.

A random funk came over her, and the girl flopped over suddenly. Wiggling incessantly, she rolled happily in the decrepit blooms and flailed her paws happily in the air. The petals were so soft, it was like rolling in clouds. Light peals of laughter would trickle from her maw, a carefree grin splashed across her features. Today was a good day, and the sun was shining brightly. Clouds in the sky were limited, so she didn't have to worry about getting soggy at some point, or catching a cold. A bee flew past, the buzzing dim as it meandered across the sky. Bounding to her feet, she chased after the fat insect. Bumblebees were fuzzy and cute, but she didn't see them a lot anymore. Were they hiding somewhere? It buzzed from flower to flower, seemingly unbothered by the fact that they were dying at the moment. Its lackadaisical course brought it over the edge of the cliffs, and she abandoned her chase.

Indifferent, she returned to her busy snuffling along the ground. All the smells were different, and she couldn't find a specific pattern to the way all the blooms had grown. Would they be different next year? She'd have to come back and find out. Ambling across the incline of the cliff, she paid no heed to her surroundings. There was no danger, so it was alright to just go about her business. A haphazard pattern wove its way across the swath of flowers in her wake, crisscrossing over itself a multitude of different times. Eventually, the lavender hued girl found herself tired and flopped over onto her side again. It was a little more painful than usual, but she had taken a bit of a beating in her spar. No biggie, she'd heal over time. That wouldn't stop her fun, or her adventures. Dark lilac limbs would be sprawled out without any rhyme or reason, and she panted lightly. That was fun.